Assassin's Creed III - William Johnson
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- Опубликовано: 12 сен 2024
- All the cut scenes and interactive conversations for individual characters from Assassin's Creed III in full-screen HD. If the character has a speaking part, it should be in here. DISCLAIMER: There is a LOT of dialogue in this game. Some gameplay interactions have been left out.
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A very fascinating man from history. Honestly surprised he isn't as well known as other frontiersmen like Boone or the Swamp Fox. I think he definitely lived a much more interesting life than they did.
William Johnson has a bipolar beard, sometimes only mustache, sometimes full beard. lol
great character though
I Know You lol I didn't see that his beard changed.
How was he great
Quite shallow and simple
Do you have a plan dutch??
May the father of luck guide you
@@Ghidorah96HOTD pfp being cringe as usual
*10:20** The way Johnson spoke to Connor was like he was tired and sad about every situation in the world. Too bad he died, as did many Templars.*
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If Connor killed the guards before squaring up to William Johnson, he should question the latter as to why he sought to purchase the lands.
"So, what exactly is your purpose? Why are you trying to purchase the lands of my people?"
He advanced on Johnson purposefully. He retreated backwards, trying to still his suspicion.
"You don't understand," he insisted, "I need to purchase th --"
"Those lands." Words he'd heard before. "Truly you must think I'm a fool!"
"You are right to be cautious," he went on, "but fight as bravely as you may, you cannot hope to keep your people safe! The colonists will spread - they will kill, pillage, loot, enslave... your people... Do you think good King George lies awake at night hoping that no harm comes to his native subjects? Or that the people of the city care one whit about them? Oh, sure, the colonists are happy to trade when they need food or shelter or a bit of extra padding for their armies. But when the walls of the city constrict - when there's crops that need soil - when there's... when there's no more enemy to fight - we'll see how kind the people are then."
"The Iroquois have no quarrel with them."
"Not yet. But they will. 'Tis the way of the world. In time, they'll turn. I... I could have stopped it. I could have saved you all..."
"You speak of salvation, but you were killing them."
"Aye. Because they would not listen! And so, it seems, neither will you."
"You heard him. You were killing our brothers." a village elder agreed.
"Be silent!" Connor snapped.
"Is this how you address me, your chief?"
"You were as stubborn. You should at least listened to him."
"And what? He'll buy our lands and then spirits of our ancestors will lose face." another Native chided.
"He will buy the lands to keep us safe."
"Keep us safe? Are you mad? Or are you a spy for Johnson?"
"Be still! If he killed any of you, it's because you. If you can't handle it, none of your brothers can handle it. Your arrogance and your hostility towards Johnson..."
"What are you? How do you know of this deceiver? Tell us the truth!" the village elder demanded.
"The truth? The truth is that I overheard a conversation in Boston about Johnson and his intentions. I even heard George Washington was the one who burned down our village.
"Washington did this? Absurd!" the village chief was in disbelief.
"What's absurd? That I'm saying Washington razed our village? You're not listening to reason?" Connor prompted.
"Will you stop confusing me? You're not listening to us. Johnson poisoned you with his soft words to turn you against us. Washington and the patriots promised us that we will all be free of the templars and the British capitalists."
"If Johnson is being truthful, then I don't see any harm in that."
Johnson gave a smile of relief. The villagers looked unimpressed, safe for a few. Connor continued.
"Why not see this through? If Johnson buys our lands as means of our safety, then you can do whatever you want? What will it be? The colonists remove you from your lands and face slavery? Or would you rather be under Johnson's custody?"
"You are a traitor to our people."
"Brother, stop!" the second Native urged.
"Stop what? He's a traitor and a turncoat for joining the templars."
"You're not yourself."
"Are you siding with that traitor?"
"I'm not a traitor. I..."
"Peace, my brothers..." Johnson called again.
"You are not our brothers. You did not give us weapons to defend ourselves." the village chief spat.
"If I did, then there will be division between you." Johnson explained.
"I'm giving you one last chance, traitor! Join us like the tribe we were and take down the one trying to purchase our lands and perhaps you will earn our trust and I'll even make you succeed me as chief!"
"When a worm slithers from a rock-filled hole, it will face with two dangers. One side will be flood. The other will be fires burning the forest." Connor mused.
"Then, you are against us along with the pale-faced deceiver."
The village chief became utterly bitter. Suddenly, violence between the Natives started to spark. Those loyal to Connor and Johnson and dissenters in service of the village chief acted as separatists.
With a roar of defiance the people under Connor's leadership charged, hurling spears and firing arrows as they ran to join in hand-to-hand combat. The separatists reeled under the force of the charge. A spear was thrust, a Native swept off his feet. The opposition's tomahawk came down but was blocked in a valiant clash of steel. One burly Native lumbered through the tide and was clubbed aside by Connor in a solid blow, head smashed. Swords slashed and dissenters were bludgeoned to the ground. Arrows flashed and stunned first one then another. In the thick of it, Connor kept up rapid fire. Connor faced with the village chief and
"Chief, stand down!"
"Then you are my enemy!"
Connor was forced to defend himself against the chief's furious assault. Fueled by desperation, both combatants fought with all of their strength. However, Connor managed to get an advantage and he knocked the chief to the ground. Angered by this defeat, the chief struggled to his feet. Remorse etched on Johnson's face. In his final act, the chief got to his feet and rush toward Johnson.
"Brother! Ratonhnhaké:ton, what are you doing?!" called the second Native.
"This ends now!"
In his distress, Connor quickly pulled Johnson out of the line of attack. The chief suddenly slipped and fell off the cliff. The chief looked upwards at those watching from their elevated position and shouted in a frenzied state.
"Come on! I will protect our village. Hey, brothers, I need help here! Ratonhnhaké:ton, you're a traitor to our people. You have no idea that this templar will deceive you all. Once he purchases the lands, there will be repression against us and will turn us into his puppets. Washington and I agreed that our freedom will be ensured, if... we... rid the lands... of... Johnson..."
The chief coughed up blood before his death.
"No. Forgive us, chief. This was not meant to happen."
Connor, Johnson and the remaining Natives closed their eyes in despondent.
"Sorry, Connor!"
"Why?" Connor asked curtly.
"I know he means a lot to you, but you did what you could to convince him. He was lost to his refusal. Now, about the lands?" Johnson prompted.
"Before we go any further, Charles Lee was responsible for the deaths of my mother and my people."
"I don't know if he was involved in this, but I watched from afar. What happened in 1758, I witnessed Washington and his army set the village ablaze. Washington participated in an expedition where he ordered his forces to burn down Kanien'kehá:ka villages in an attempt to limit attacks from indigenous tribes. I don't expect you to believe me, you don't have to take my word for it. I just witnessed it. If I buy the lands, I'll see to the safety of your people. You have my word." Johnson promised.
"Let's proceed with this! What's to lose?"
"You have done well. While this will be in my name, the lands will be yours."
Both Connor and Johnson shook hands in concord. Kanen'tó:kon approached the dead body of the chief and gave a look of sorrow and saw the lands were purchased.
@@TheLatiosnlatias02 tldr
@@TheLatiosnlatias02 Bro literally wrote an entire fanfiction in the comments section, im dead. How long did it take you to write that? If I may ask why did you even bother to spend all that time making that fanfic as a youtube comment reply? Should’ve uploaded that on fanfiction or wattspad not as a youtube comment reply. Were you high? I dont sound like a douche and I mean this in a serious civil manner but are you autistic? Is this your only youtube comment section fanfic or do you have more works of arts?
@@xxlovecrushxx
If you want to know how long, it took me an hour. Plus, one side it can be a fanfic, on the other, it's just an idea what would have happened if Connor let Johnson purchase the lands, a deleted scene you could imagine. Muslims don't take drugs so that's out of the question.
Their deaths will not be in vain. We will have our new world. May the Father of Understanding guide us all.
William Johnson was like the British Ambassador to the Native Americans in real life history wasn’t he right guys
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If Connor killed the guards before squaring up to William Johnson, he should question the latter as to why he sought to purchase the lands.
"So, what exactly is your purpose? Why are you trying to purchase the lands of my people?"
He advanced on Johnson purposefully. He retreated backwards, trying to still his suspicion.
"You don't understand," he insisted, "I need to purchase th --"
"Those lands." Words he'd heard before. "Truly you must think I'm a fool!"
"You are right to be cautious," he went on, "but fight as bravely as you may, you cannot hope to keep your people safe! The colonists will spread - they will kill, pillage, loot, enslave... your people... Do you think good King George lies awake at night hoping that no harm comes to his native subjects? Or that the people of the city care one whit about them? Oh, sure, the colonists are happy to trade when they need food or shelter or a bit of extra padding for their armies. But when the walls of the city constrict - when there's crops that need soil - when there's... when there's no more enemy to fight - we'll see how kind the people are then."
"The Iroquois have no quarrel with them."
"Not yet. But they will. 'Tis the way of the world. In time, they'll turn. I... I could have stopped it. I could have saved you all..."
"You speak of salvation, but you were killing them."
"Aye. Because they would not listen! And so, it seems, neither will you."
"You heard him. You were killing our brothers." a village elder agreed.
"Be silent!" Connor snapped.
"Is this how you address me, your chief?"
"You were as stubborn. You should at least listened to him."
"And what? He'll buy our lands and then spirits of our ancestors will lose face." another Native chided.
"He will buy the lands to keep us safe."
"Keep us safe? Are you mad? Or are you a spy for Johnson?"
"Be still! If he killed any of you, it's because you. If you can't handle it, none of your brothers can handle it. Your arrogance and your hostility towards Johnson..."
"What are you? How do you know of this deceiver? Tell us the truth!" the village elder demanded.
"The truth? The truth is that I overheard a conversation in Boston about Johnson and his intentions. I even heard George Washington was the one who burned down our village.
"Washington did this? Absurd!" the village chief was in disbelief.
"What's absurd? That I'm saying Washington razed our village? You're not listening to reason?" Connor prompted.
"Will you stop confusing me? You're not listening to us. Johnson poisoned you with his soft words to turn you against us. Washington and the patriots promised us that we will all be free of the templars and the British capitalists."
"If Johnson is being truthful, then I don't see any harm in that."
Johnson gave a smile of relief. The villagers looked unimpressed, safe for a few. Connor continued.
"Why not see this through? If Johnson buys our lands as means of our safety, then you can do whatever you want? What will it be? The colonists remove you from your lands and face slavery? Or would you rather be under Johnson's custody?"
"You are a traitor to our people."
"Brother, stop!" the second Native urged.
"Stop what? He's a traitor and a turncoat for joining the templars."
"You're not yourself."
"Are you siding with that traitor?"
"I'm not a traitor. I..."
"Peace, my brothers..." Johnson called again.
"You are not our brothers. You did not give us weapons to defend ourselves." the village chief spat.
"If I did, then there will be division between you." Johnson explained.
"I'm giving you one last chance, traitor! Join us like the tribe we were and take down the one trying to purchase our lands and perhaps you will earn our trust and I'll even make you succeed me as chief!"
"When a worm slithers from a rock-filled hole, it will face with two dangers. One side will be flood. The other will be fires burning the forest." Connor mused.
"Then, you are against us along with the pale-faced deceiver."
The village chief became utterly bitter. Suddenly, violence between the Natives started to spark. Those loyal to Connor and Johnson and dissenters in service of the village chief acted as separatists.
With a roar of defiance the people under Connor's leadership charged, hurling spears and firing arrows as they ran to join in hand-to-hand combat. The separatists reeled under the force of the charge. A spear was thrust, a Native swept off his feet. The opposition's tomahawk came down but was blocked in a valiant clash of steel. One burly Native lumbered through the tide and was clubbed aside by Connor in a solid blow, head smashed. Swords slashed and dissenters were bludgeoned to the ground. Arrows flashed and stunned first one then another. In the thick of it, Connor kept up rapid fire. Connor faced with the village chief and
"Chief, stand down!"
"Then you are my enemy!"
Connor was forced to defend himself against the chief's furious assault. Fueled by desperation, both combatants fought with all of their strength. However, Connor managed to get an advantage and he knocked the chief to the ground. Angered by this defeat, the chief struggled to his feet. Remorse etched on Johnson's face. In his final act, the chief got to his feet and rush toward Johnson.
"Brother! Ratonhnhaké:ton, what are you doing?!" called the second Native.
"This ends now!"
In his distress, Connor quickly pulled Johnson out of the line of attack. The chief suddenly slipped and fell off the cliff. The chief looked upwards at those watching from their elevated position and shouted in a frenzied state.
"Come on! I will protect our village. Hey, brothers, I need help here! Ratonhnhaké:ton, you're a traitor to our people. You have no idea that this templar will deceive you all. Once he purchases the lands, there will be repression against us and will turn us into his puppets. Washington and I agreed that our freedom will be ensured, if... we... rid the lands... of... Johnson..."
The chief coughed up blood before his death.
"No. Forgive us, chief. This was not meant to happen."
Connor, Johnson and the remaining Natives closed their eyes in despondent.
"Sorry, Connor!"
"Why?" Connor asked curtly.
"I know he means a lot to you, but you did what you could to convince him. He was lost to his refusal. Now, about the lands?" Johnson prompted.
"Before we go any further, Charles Lee was responsible for the deaths of my mother and my people."
"I don't know if he was involved in this, but I watched from afar. What happened in 1758, I witnessed Washington and his army set the village ablaze. Washington participated in an expedition where he ordered his forces to burn down Kanien'kehá:ka villages in an attempt to limit attacks from indigenous tribes. I don't expect you to believe me, you don't have to take my word for it. I just witnessed it. If I buy the lands, I'll see to the safety of your people. You have my word." Johnson promised.
"Let's proceed with this! What's to lose?"
"You have done well. While this will be in my name, the lands will be yours."
Both Connor and Johnson shook hands in concord. Kanen'tó:kon approached the dead body of the chief and gave a look of sorrow and saw the lands were purchased.
@@TheLatiosnlatias02 dang is this copy and paste?
@@bananadaily2317
No, but I came up with this possibility
@@TheLatiosnlatias02 Very well said. Personally I feel if there’s a remaster of the game they should add non lethal executions to the game. (Also I felt Connor should have killed Braddock)
@@leighbelk769
Connor wasn't born during that time when Braddock was still present, though you could imagine this in Tyranny of Washington DLC.
At least Connor said some kind words to Johnson as he passed.
Johnson: I wanted to protect the Natives!
Also Johnson: Accept my offer Natives, or die.
Templar philosophy is the "ends justify the means".
Also Johnson: Smashes little native kid in the face with a rifle.
Because them not accepting his offer and demanding weapons leads to war, use your head
"If you wish to protect us. Give us arms. Muskets and horses that we might defend ourselves"
"You don't need them. When you've got me to protect you. You understand that if you try to ill be forced to kill you."
That's mainly what he was trying to say.
He DARES call himself a friend to the natives?
The real William Johnson was indeed a very good friend to the Mohawk, who called him Warraghiyagey (He-Who-Does-Much). He spoke fluent Kanienʼkéha and effectively led Mohawk and provincial forces in the Battle of Lake George and the capture of Fort Niagara during the French and Indian War.
It was Johnson who established the diplomatic and military alliance between the Iroquois Confederacy and the British Empire.
He was going to help the natives by buying their lands for them and stoping the other colonists to go there
I acknowledge this, but his actions here in the game by threatening to murder the Iroquois leaders were unforgiveable.
@@samalvey8168 I think it was an end justify the means kind of thing. By murdering some of the Iroquois he would end up preserving the whole tribe by forcing the other members to comply. But he could have done things differently. I think this should have been added to the main story because it adds a lot to the plot. It gets into a gray area, which could have been perfect for the assassin templar war.
@@thegrimknight9766 Perhaps, but the Iroquois probably wouldn't have seen it that way. Plus, they were there to discuss diplomacy. Murdering them under trust, which is the absolute worst social violation you can commit, would have resulted in every single tribe refusing to trust Johnson's word. If he promised them safe passage to discuss and then killed them when they refused his terms, what reason would any other tribe have to trust him in the future?
10:36 and he was right and ae saw that after :)
Templars are right
Especially the colonial rite 🔥
Some Templars was right, not everyone.
See the Borgia's family: they was a dereaged templars who falls pretty much down with the Order. Even Haytham will be disgusted by someone like Cesar.
Manifest Destiny in a Nutshell
The Italian Rite was a lost cause. Clinging to the trappings of power and privilege for their own end. That's obviously the true corruption that Germain spoke of in Unity.
one thing i find hilarious about the ac series is that they give the historical characters 24/7 the fancy attire they were painted with once. now they get wasted and sleep with the ultra fashionable clothes just because devs didn't bother making peasant clothes for their time off
Lol despite Johnson’s sympathies for Native Americans he seemed way too eager to beat up a little kid.
He didn't
@@Monk_Chud
He did. . . In the game anyway. Dunno if he really beat a kid with the butt of a musket in real life, though.